Welp, this is really late, but here it is.

After all the scheming he had done, he found the perfect plan. Nothing was going to stop him now. "Plan Z is a go," he spoke.

Five year old Peter Stark was woken up early by a man hanging down from the vents. 

"Get up squirt," Clint whispered as he landed on the floor of Peter's room. 

The young Stark rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. 

"Where are we going Mr. Barton, Hawkeye, Sir?" Peter politely responded.

Clint just sighed. "Quickly get dressed! We're going out," the archer spoke.

The younger Stark quickly threw on an outfit before asking, "Does Daddy know?"

Clint made a 'pshh' sound and said, "Of course. Here let me help you up."

Clint carefully placed Peter into the vents. Then he, himself climbed in after. He started whispering the directions into Peter's ear. Finally they arrive in the garage. 

"Which one do you want to take Petey?" the excited older man asked.

Peter examen the cars closely. "That one!" he said pointing to an older looking version of an Audi.

They climbed into the car before setting out of the garage. 

Meanwhile, Tony was in his lab working on a new project when FRIDAY announced, "Boss, it's seems like mini boss and Mr. Barton have left the premises."

The older Stark was furious. He was going to hunt down that archer and give him a piece of his mind. 

"FRIDAY, assemble my suit. We got a bird to hunt," the billionaire said. 

Quickly pieces of red and gold armor flew towards the man and connected to his body. 

"FRIDAY, pull up the tracker," Tony commanded. 

"They have stopped at Randy's Donuts," the AI responded. 

Tony remembers taking Peter there. It's his favorite doughnut shop. Tony started up the boosters and zoomed towards the shop.

Meanwhile, Peter was jumping all around the shop. He was super excited to get doughnuts for the entire team. His favorite doughnut was the IronMan one, which was shaped like his helmet and the icing decorating the mask. It had a cream filling in the middle. 

"Which one do you want squirt?" Clint asked.

No time was wasted for little Peter to shout out, "The IronMan one!"

Clint chuckled. 'Of course that is his favorite doughnut. It is his dad,' he thought. The archer quietly chuckled to himself. 'That's Tony Stark's kid alright,' put into his mind. 

When they finally got to the front of the line, an elderly looking man warmly greeted them, "Hello, welcome to Randy's Donuts! What can we get for you?" 

Peter went on his tippy toes to read the man's name tag. On it read 'STAN LEE'. 

Clint gave their order for the doughnuts. As Stan Lee gave them their box of doughnuts, he said, "Take care of this little one. He's the generation of heroes."

Peter smiled brightly at the man and said, "Thank you Mr. Lee, Sir!" 

The young Stark marvelled over the idea of being a hero just like his dad.

Clint had worry written all of his face though. He didn't want his nephew getting hurt. 

As they went out the door, Stan yelled out, "Excelsior!" 

When Clint saw a red flying blob in the distance, he quickly put Peter in the back of the old Audi before speeding off. Peter looks into the camera before saying, "Wear your seatbelts!" and clicks his seatbelt in place.

Clint smiled at the innocent child before having one repeating thought, 'I'm going to die a slow and painful death.'

When Tony spotted his Audi, his blasters were going as fast as they could. He landed quite a bit in front of them to give Clint time to break.

When the archer saw the suit land in front of him, he slammed on the breaks. The car came to a stop a couple feet in front of the billionaire.

"Barton," the suit said, "you took my kid." The voice was angry and Clint was scared for his life. He suddenly heard the door open through his hearing aids and immediately looked back seeing an empty seat.

"Daddy!" the young child shouted running into his father's arms, "We bought you and the team doughnuts!" 

Tony's face plate slid up, and he  smiled at the cute child in front of him. 

Tony asked, "Do you want to fly back with me?"

The young stark nodded very fast as the amor's face plate slid into place. He scooped the small child into his arms and took off into the air. 

The archer sighed and answered his ringing phone. "I'm coming for you when you get back." 

Clint paled at the message the billionaire left and slowly drove back to the compound. 

Everyone happily ate doughnuts except Clint. Clint had a purple nose and a broken arm. 

"Thanks for the doughnuts Uncle Clint!" the young Stark shouted, which made the archer all smug. 

Chaos broke out about everyone else who wasn't called uncle, wanting him to call them uncle.

Author's note: Sorry for not updating sooner. I have finals next week, so if I don't update, that why. Thanks for reading my lover readers! I hope you liked it!